“Then perhaps you can tell us who Camillo is or was!” exclaimed Patsy. “You seem to know a good deal about the Feredas.”
“How knew you his name?” Dolores turned startled eyes on Patsy.
Briefly Patsy related the Wayfarers’ one conversation with Rosita.
“I never knew.” Dolores shook her black head. “Comprendo mucho.”
Unconsciously she had dropped into Spanish.
“We don’t understand,” smiled Mabel.
“Ah, but you shall soon know. Now I must speak again of myself. In the cellar I remained until this night. But on the night before this, Rosita went away. She came not back. This night late came Carlos home. I cried out to him and so he released me. He was very tired and would sleep. So he slept and I came here, because I had the fear that Rosita was hiding in the secret place to do you the harm. She had known of it long. Yet she knew not that I knew it, too. It was Eulalie who showed me, once when I came here to see her. We were friends. Rosita was the nurse of Eulalie in her childhood. Eulalie was simpatica, but she was most unhappy. Her grandfather was the cross, terrible old one. He, too, had the madness. He was loco.”
Dolores nodded emphatic conviction of her belief that Manuel de Fereda had been insane.